Happy No-Baby Day!
Not that I’m surprised by my period ever. I’m expecting it. I know around when it should arrive, but I don’t have it down to the second. But I’m always surprised by the PMS. You would think that when the scale isn’t cooperating despite me doing all the right things, when I wake up hungry enough to eat my own damn arm off, combined with the fact I KNOW I should be getting my period I’d be a little less surprised. SMH. Will I ever learn?